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Friday, 25 May 2012

So, I just went through one
of the most stressful weeks of my
life (not including exam time, of course. That’s a whole other category on
its own), and this is because of my English seminar on the book Three Day Road.

Let’s just say that I will permanently refer to it as The
Awesome Train Wreck.

So, how do I plan on celebrating my freedom?

I watched the premiere of the third season of Rookie Blue. I’m
going to finish one of the books I borrowed from the library yesterday. (YES
I WAS AT THE LIBRARY AND BORROWED A BOOK. HUZZAH.) (However, there
will be no afternoon nap that goes into tomorrow like I planned and told
everyone. Oh well, at least I’m being productive.) The rest of my weekend,
there will be more reading. There will be writing. There will be homework.
Visiting my cousin for her birthday is very likely to be sneaking its way in
there, as will Digimon.

Oh. And there’s this for you guys:

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I couldn’t speak. The idea of it shocked me thoroughly. I looked
at him, probably gaping like a fish, but I really couldn’t help it. I needed him to repeat what he just said.
I had to know it was real, that it wasn’t some sick joke he was playing on me.

“I’m sorry. You do what?”
I asked incredulously.

“We throw insults at each other,” Landen said, eyeing me
skeptically. He obviously didn’t expect me to be reacting the way I was. After
a moment, he added, “You know… when we’re all feeling stressed out and stuff.”

“And it helps?”

Landen looked thoughtful. “Well, it is entertaining. And it’s pretty much the only time Hayley’s ever
mean. So, are you in?”

He looked at me as though it was no big deal, but I could see the
mischievous twinkle in his eyes. No, I did not
think it made him look more adorable than he generally was, and immediately
blocked out any thoughts that would evidence otherwise.

After all, it may not have been true, but I didn’t need the boy
getting any ideas.

I thought about his offer for a moment and sighed. Oh, what the heck? I figured.

“I’m in,” I said resignedly. I was sure I wasn’t going to enjoy
this. Landen processed my answer for a moment. Then a grin stretched entirely
over his face as though he were the Cheshire cat, making my suspicions even
more prominent.

I also thought I saw his eyes brighten up a bit, but I decided I’d
only imagined that part.

“Come on,” he said, gently pulling on my hand and leading me to
the living room.I
forced myself to keep my thoughts at bay. They may not have been inappropriate,
but I certainly didn't want him hearing them. Though I don’t think he would
have noticed if he somehow did. He was now visibly excited, speaking a mile a
minute as he explained what usually went on.

“You’ll
just say a different insult to each of us,” Landen said, “And try to be
creative, because we generally pick at the end. Don’t be scared about hurting
our feelings – none of us really ever mean what we say. And then there’s… Mia?
Are you okay?”

Oh, I
was better than okay. The second
Landen had uttered the words be creative,
I’d stopped paying attention and all doubts I’d been having about this slipped
away.

Creative,
I could do. After all, how many of the others in the room knew how to insult in
Shakespearean terms?

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Voila. Now you’ll all know I’m not
completely talentless. Or maybe I am and you all have proof. Either way, I
finally got around to that writing excerpt.

Have a good weekend everyone!

-May :)

P.S. I don’t know why part of it shows
up a different colour. It’s just odd like that.

Friday, 18 May 2012

Date Written: May 18th, 2012
Date Posted: May 18th, 2012
Currently Listening To: All Time Low –
The Party Scene

Um… a bunch of things have happened this week (the past two
in particular), but none of which really relates to writing in particular,
except for the fact that I wrote 1,180 words this week. So let’s cheer for
that.

Date Written: May 18th, 2012
Date Posted: May 18th, 2012
Currently Listening To: Nothing. That is about to be explained.

Okay, so this will be edited tomorrow because I don't like this font.

I'm currently at my cousin's house (not using Alchemy, which really sucks because I don't really like this laptop... it's confusing and already deleted my post once while I was in the middle of typing) and everyone asks me what I'm doing and/or stares whilst I type (when they're not laughing at the pranks they're playing on each other). It's beyond awkward... and really loud, actually.

I started a post at home but didn't finish it in time, and because of that you guys aren't getting your excerpt today.

So the main gist of the post was supposed to be that I wrote 1,180 words this week and was going to write more, except I'm here. And, once again, I was supposed to give you your excerpt. I'm really sorry.

Anyways, any plans for the long weekend? I've got a wedding to attend.

I’d been meaning to post earlier in the day, except I had a
PD day today. My reasoning was that I would get something done, then blog about it and look
accomplished.

Aaaaaaaaaaand… nothing.

(Unless you count finishing chapter six of Peter and Wendy… which, by the way, has
one of the best death scenes EVER. In chapter five, I think it was.)

(Also, I kept forgetting it was Friday.)

Anyway, I had a new story idea that I want to test out a bit
before I totally toss it on the back-back-burner. Where, you know, it totally
is going to be in like, a week.

I like this new one though. The concept isn’t exactly
original, but I haven’t heard of anyone trying it out the way I’m doing it… which
is why I won’t say what it is. Just know that it has to do with Peter Pan
(which is why reading Peter and Wendycan be classified as being
productive).

And in response to what I wrote in my post from Tuesday –
okay, I was kind of curled up in a fetal position on my bed on Wednesday, so I
think I’ll let that one slide. And I wrote something
yesterday (1,165 words!) but it wasn’t a story – it was me venting about
something in story format.

And be excited for next week. It is ninety-five-percent
positive you’ll finally be getting a
writing excerpt. I finally found one I like enough to post (and doesn’t really
give away too much – or any, in this case – plot of the book), but it’s full of
fragmented sentences. So I’m going to clean that up a bit and post it next
Friday.

That’s all (that’s somewhat relevant) for this week. See you
next Friday!

For one, school’s actually starting to stress me out a
little. It’s May, and exams are starting to creep up, little by very little.
But it’s still there, and I’ve got a play to practice for. I’ve got an essay
that’s worth fifteen percent of my grade to write. Mock trials are going to be
coming up in a few weeks, and if my friends from last semester are any
indication, that’s going to be stressful
stuff.

And it’s not just that; I don’t feel like writing anything.

It’s not that I’ve lost my passion for telling stories –
it’s just that I can’t seem to put
those words out on paper. And when I do, I think it’s absolutely terrible.

So when I got home from Writer’s Club today (another thing;
we haven’t been very productive as of late, so that hasn’t been very helpful)
and I suddenly had the urge to listen to the song When I’m Gone by Simple Plan. And while listening to it, there’s
one bit that really stuck out to me that I never seemed to comprehend until
now;

“Procrastination,
running circles in my head/While you sit there contemplating/You wound up left
for dead/Life is what happens/While you’re busy making your excuses/Another
day, another casualty/And that won’t happen to me.”

As you can see, I’m procrastinating. I’ve made excuses for
why I’m not writing. And I’ve just been sitting around, trying to figure out
how to do this and that and whatnot, while other people are actually going out
and trying to make their dreams come true.

I want to be one of those people making something of
themselves. And therefore, I need to suck it up.

So what?

So what if I
don’t like what I write? There’s editing for that.

So what if I
don’t know everything I’m doing in my story? There’s editing for that, too.

So what if I have
school work? I’ll actually do my homework at home, instead of doing most or
some or a little at home and then saving the rest for lunch the next day. I
bring Alchemy to school almost every day anyway. I might as well put her to
use.

So what if I feel
kind of stressed? I’m going to learn time management.

No more making excuses. I want to write, so I will write.

So time management for today:

1) Finish off my
book for English class. 2) Try to get through that book from
the girl at my school who is published. 3) Try to write something. Also, if possible, plan what I want to get accomplished
on Friday (which is a day off school).

No more making excuses. I’ve got a book to finish by the 26th
of June.

Friday, 4 May 2012

I felt this should be known because I had a really average
Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, and then had a bad Thursday. But I woke up this
morning and I was like, “Wow. Today is going to be a really good day.”

And it was.

It started with a
good hair day and so far is at me
reconnecting with my childhood and watching Digimon. Somewhere in there,
there was: finally finishing Psych (OHMYGOSH
HENRY), my Law class not acting
like savages (which is how certain people
having been since our teacher went on pregnancy leave), having a really
good feeling about my English summative (something
to do with finishing it, thinking it was alright, re-writing it, thinking it
was good, handing it in, and still having ten minutes left over in class),
and deciding to sing for a Drama class production (in which I will be singing This Song Saved My Life).

It didn’t happen necessarily in that order, but still. And I’m
going to enjoy the rest of today, because for the weekend, I’ve got 28
questions to finish for Law, a whole book to read for English class, write an
entire thesis proposal, and catch Once Upon A Time on Sunday (in which
Sebastian Stan is returning. OHMYGOSH JEFFERSON).